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Lions Roar : March 2017
Roosevelt had died. I remember my mother crying when she opened the newspaper and saw the photo of the mushroom cloud over Hiroshima the following August. I remember exactly where we were sitting when she explained to me what had happened. So much has happened since then, and the world is very dif- ferent. Not very many people these days remember Dick Tracy, the cartoon-strip police detective of the 1940s. He wore a wrist- watch that had a walkie-talkie built into it and he could speak to colleagues who were around the corner out of sight. That seemed like amazing technology! I often think of Dick Tracy when I am standing far from any electrical source or telephone wires and phoning my friend Monique in France. Or when I text my grandchildren wherever they are in the world. I think of myself as a hip grandmother when they text me back, with photos attached, and I can suc- cessfully open them. I am amazed not only with how much has changed, but at how fast it seems to have happened. I don’t remember feeling, when I was young, that time so moved quickly. Perhaps I felt, conversely, that nothing changed quickly. My fourth child was born when my oldest was only five and a half. I remember that my husband, Seymour, and I bought a secondhand washing machine from a neighbor who was mov- ing, and we seemed perpetually to be washing diapers. I was an only child, and my experience with caring for children was lim- ited to being a camp counselor in summertime. Somehow, all-consuming as it was, I managed with all those newborns and toddlers, and I loved doing it. On a rafter on the kitchen ceiling, I painted the Hebrew phrase that means “This, too, shall pass.” I think I felt proud about doing that, as if I was saying, “How amazing that I am managing this scene and being witty about it.” The thing is, it did pass. Pretty quickly. All of a sudden, it feels, I got to be middle-aged and now old. My boy babies have gray beards. My eldest grandson is married. My younger grandchildren are college students and often drive I am amazed not only with how much has changed, but how fast it seems to have happened. I don’t remember feeling, when I was young, that time moved so quickly. JHChicago-Feb25&26 JH Cleveland - March 3 & 4 JH Bloomfield Hills - March 9 JHAnnArbor-March10&11 JH Bloomfield Hills - May 19 JHAnnArbor-May20&21 GLE MULLI GUY EWLA D Guest Speakers - Onsite/Online EW Online Course Thursdays, 7 - 8:30pm Eastern February 23 - March 30 HOW THEMI D WORKS WHITE TARA with GELEK RIMPOCHE I ITIATIO - HEALI G MEDITATIO Saturday, February 11, 10am - 12pm Rogel Ballroom, Ann Arbor, Michigan Open to All ~ Registration Required WHITE TARA WORKSHOP Online Saturday, February 18 Open to All From JH Ann Arbor Sundays with Gelek Rimpoche Free - Online - Open to All Weekly 11am Eastern 2017 Summer Retreat with Gelek Rimpoche July 29 - August 5 Ann Arbor, Michigan LION’S ROAR | MARCH 2017 26 CULTURE • LIFE • PRACTICE